Paul Collins
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GuttedA Poem by Paul CollinsWith a thud, the fish clutched to the cutting board.“You don't know how to gut a fish?” she said incredulously.Sensing an opportunity I cr.. |
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Two fingers up to loveA Poem by Paul CollinsAs we sat in bed that night, I looked over at you from afarBetween us, unassailable ravines of crumpled bed clothesAnd an ipad, perched before your ti.. |
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All hale the hailA Poem by Paul CollinsA shadow crept sharply upon us It had been eyeing us for a while A plump grey cloud of playful spite Who’d .. |
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Hidden feeturesA Poem by Paul CollinsMy eyes gasp and my mouth staresMy skin races and my heart tinglesYes, I am feeling disorientatedOn account of your feetFreed from their shoe-prisonsI.. |
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At the grave in DaignyA Poem by Paul CollinsInspired by the death of my grandmother-in-law |
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Swiping away the tearsA Poem by Paul CollinsPerhaps it's the altitude that has heightened my emotionsThat and the free boozeBut my feelings suddenly become turbulentI miss my little girl.Instinc.. |
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The Well, the Pool and the oceanA Poem by Paul CollinsA poem inspired by the birth of my daughter. |
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